Coughing up memories of yesterday
Elderberry wine perfume
Telephone wire rip cords
Withered voices now silent
Alone within hallowed walls
Windowpane dusty eyes
A vouyer weeps, sleep walking
Among forgotten giants
Gold glitter star once shown
Bright in the night
New Moon smile
Champagne flowed freely
Like blood in the streets
Of Rome
(matthew bowers) ~93
